Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya From

Yeah, infamous in ya
in ya area
About to 'cause hysteria

Yo, ashes to big gats to little
I put it to you clear you cats talkin' riddles
Snake and at me, if you did I'd say you got lucky
Trained to tread land to get muddy

Ayo, blood rap, of the fifth style cat
I puts it down blow a round at baseball cap
Pee, Niggas damn why I be like that
Listen close you can learn it, it's real black

Gangsta makes the world rotate
If eight was all make a nigga gain some weight
Fat black motherfuckin' D O G
And I'm a thug for them young thuggin' for me

Ayo, fuck where you at kid, where you from
'Cause we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, who pump drugs
To all the housing who rep for they hood

Live and direct from the to your stereo
Prepare for bustin' and okay player here we go
Strapped with infrared raps I hit the traps
Crack the wack into pieces when I hit the

Like stone to glass I shatter they ass
South style waivin' my soldier rag
A hard illustration of my brutal
Memphis Ten a lot of niggas buck wild

The to all evil daily I chase it
Blow it on weed and drink hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start I lay my head
We get rowdy and bust shots we raise the dead

Yo, fuck you at kid, it's where you from
where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail
South to we keep it hard for them real niggas

my though, you don't want to get filled up with holes
Moms filling out cards blowing her nose
Wipin' her tears 'cause somethin' on top got shot
Should have alone wit you what you loaned on the block

Fuck, leavin' without it dunn I'd get knocked
Charged with a ten for a nigga get shot
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little
Even she get my dick harder than the parole board

Stick and move, slide in, slide out big
Mack Milly prepare to mob you steel
Connected with Eightball so what's the drilly
Out to it all if you wit me then feel me

Don't get yourself shot, bleedin' to death
I pop canners off leave a head whopped
A maverick my H K will magic
You'll find yourself in the O R for talkin' shit

Street justice I tip the scale over
I hold weight you just a no name nigga frontin'
Get your lets treat it like a contest
And we can dance till one of us drop being hit

Murda my street life influenced it
so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it
A renegade crack top like devil spring
niggas know the song I sing

It go, fuck you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from niggas pack but the big guns
No mistakes for the fake no
Chop boys up and puttin' it in their face

Fuck you at kid, it's where you from
where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my ice niggas one
To all my dunns tryin' to get the up out of the sprungs

Fuck where you at kid, it's where you
'Cause where we from niggas nothin' but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who drugs
To all the projects who rep for they hood

where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big
To all my gold grill and my trail niggas
South to we keep it hard for them real niggas
South to we keep it hard for them real niggas